Goresplatter was just leaving the bathroom, when he remembered about the pants. With effort, he pulled the pants roughly from Chewie and clambered into them. He was about to grab hold of the visor, but at the last moment, he noticed goo was pouring from the rims, and decided against it. With the new pants, he walked towards the entrance as if in a trance. He stepped outside for a second, and took out a smoke. He calmed down a little. He then saw a mudokon that looked like he'd fought one too many scrabs and been stuck back together. The Delivery Boy approached him and gave him a parcel, then departed without a word, maybe a groan.
Goresplatter: "Yeah, uh, thanks..."
He carried the light parcel back to the bathroom and locked and barred the doors. He opened what was inside, pulled a syringe out from inside the package and sobbed a little. He knew it was bad, but he didn't know it was this bad.
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